Ankyra Sound Enough is Enough

Raleska was observant enough to notice a change. She had never been a wolf to lord her rank over others (in many ways she was like her mother — she assumed the title spoke for itself, and any posturing thereafter was simply insecurity pouring forth—) but what was this? Vengeance’s body language was clearly different; detached and disrespectful, even. 

Her brow furrowed in confusion. If he wasn’t patrolling... was he leaving? He seemed partially on edge near her, sharper than she was used to. Slowing to a halt, Raleska worked the knot that painfully pressed against her throat. You’re leaving? Try as she might to keep that tough and prickly exterior, there was a semblance of betrayal that crept into her voice. Why did everyone eventually leave Rusalka when the going got rough? It seemed like any ounce of adversity had people jumping to their feet, ready to move on rather than dig in. Was that how friends and families worked?